If it’s reactions Ken wants, then he’ll get them easily like this. The sudden wrap of fingers around his cock makes Chikusa’s body jerk back against him, and his breath rattles its way out of his throat. He squeezes down against what’s inside of him already, reacting on instinct and what feels too damn good.

Something about that purr, too…. Chikusa swallows thickly, trying to smother the pants or soft noises he’s making. Not one to be left behind, he drags his nails through the nape of Ken’s neck and over soft skin and dirty hair. “If-” His voice is strained, muffling back his desire to moan and show pleasure despite all the ways his body is showing it. “If you make me come already…” He’ll be the one to leave this time. If Ken isn’t inside of him, then he doesn’t want to bother with it.